Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.